the spiders
are getting
smaller

there are quails
at quail creek and they are
a hell of a wake up clock

the campground
holds me hostage
or locks me out

things are
running too smooth
somehow

the walking dead
marathon is
wonderfully ambigious

all europeans are
germans, or so i
get the impression

there's so much sand
in my shoes, i have
no room for my toes

on the road
with half a beard,
on a whole bike

finally a m&m store
with a sortiment of more
than 2 different candies

it rains
on the mojave desert
with a vengeance